Hatchets/Witness You Die Lyrics

Sick of betrayal, slaying these layers of hatred embed to my soul

Looking to blow, suck in then blow, looking for blow

Watching my back for the hatchets

I'm walking so slow without knowing I'm holding up traffic, just go with the flow

Flow is so dope, magical throat

I got a cousin that maybe you'd know, he's fresh off the boat

Swing by the crib and just read what he wrote

He's fantastic at rapping, start taking some notes

Take it you're joking or slow in the dome because nobody's better than I

Don't you know, who I am?

I'm Dyme, bitch, I don't need no fans, don't need no Stans

Just need this beat and three Zig-Zag's, bitch, keep them tabs

Haha, I'm in danger

Putting my money in business accounts

Paid a few bills while you're down for the count

Made a few mil off my sinister mouth

Only got fans like your sister's account

Party like 50, she popping them titties on Insta for bits while you bitches stay simping

My bitches stay sipping on Don Perrion while she working her tan on the front of my lawn

Wanna play games? We can pop in that disc

Wanna shoot flames? Well this dragon don't miss

Meanwhile you're dragging your nuts on a beat, then you low IQ faggots gon' call it a diss

Back in the studio, making a fool of you

Comin' in talking that shit on some woop-de-woop

Bring out the Gat, but I know you won't shoot

Them rounds that you got are

some damn hula hoops

Too late for bitches to try to save face

My homies gon' slide while this knife mutilates

Playing with me, you'll end up on the podcast where bitches make money discussing your cold case

Look at my stone face, whiter than Colgate

Call me a snowflake, I'll shovel out two graves

Don't call me my first name, don't call me my stage name

Don't call me anything but TenPenny Soufflé

This shotty I copped from a cop

down the block, it ain't chirping, it's bucking for murder, on God

Give a wide berth to the

BB's so hot

They'll pepper your dermis, you'll burst out with AHHH

Roll up them windows, close doors and hit lock

I stock the same weapons them terrorists got

Depending on mental I might let you slide

Don't bring out your mama, she'll witness you die